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Ceci n'est pas une histoire.
Ce serait plutôt des petits bouts de mon âme à un instant T.
Des trucs que j'aurais pu ressentir et que je n'ai jamais osé avouer, même pas à la personne concernée. N'ayant pas encore le courage d'écrire ma première histoire, je vais commencer mon aventure ici en publiant d'anciens textes.
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FAKE
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my avian journal!
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All Mine (Completed) (Being Edited)
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Newt x Reader
Being the only girl in the Glade is hard for Y/N. She works in the kitchen, does the laundry, and hates both. To make matters worse, Gally never passes up an opportunity to antagonize her. Thankfully, she has her best friend Newt to support her and keep her away from Gally. But one fateful night changes everything, and Y/N may never be able to look at Newt the same again. *btw this is a CLEAN story, but fyi "clean" doesn't mean boring, it just means not dirty, so please don't ignore this story on account of that* This is my first story on Wattpad, but not my first TMR fanfic and certainly not my first story. I've been writing since I can remember and I am currently 17. Writer's block is so annoying, and proofreading isn't my favorite thing, so hopefully neither of those mess this up too much😬😅 ENJOY!!!!!❤️ **DISCLAIMER: I do not own TMR, its setting, its general idea, or its characters; the plot and Y/N's character are the only things that are mine**Abgeschlossene Geschichte
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I slap him across the face. Then I shove him. After that, I start to punch his chest repeatedly, still crying. "I HATE YOU! YOU'RE A HORRIBLE PERSON! A HORRIBLE KING! A HORRIBLE ALPHA! AND THE WORST MATE KNOWN TO MANKIND!" As soon as I say the words, I regret it. His eyes darken until their black. He shoves me back, nearly causing me to fall down. "You are mine, Skylar. No matter how much you may hate me, you will always need me." He strokes up and down my arm, and the sparks distract me. My thoughts start to jumble up, everything mixed up. "You feel it, don't you? The sparks, the electricity. One little touch, and you can't even think straight." * Skylar hates werewolves. With a passion. So what happens when a very important werewolf turns out to be her mate?Abgeschlossene Geschichte
Cheat
I've written 3 anonymous online journals so far in my life. The first was as an adolescent, ending when, at 19, I commenced a long term relationship in which my partner had an issue with me writing about my thoughts and feelings in case they were about her. I also had to cease my other creative outlet - drawing. Because she felt it's abstracted nature hid secret messages about her. The second started when that relationship was coming to an end. I needed an outlet. I had nobody to talk to about what I was going through so I secretly started writing again. This is that second journal, when I was around 25 years old, which I've taken from it's retired blogger page and have transferred here. Part of the reason I am doing this is because my daughter, who was very young at the time of writing this, has expressed some curiosity about my journal. One day when she's older and has more life experience it might be OK to see what I'm writing now, but in the meantime, she can read this, a moment in my life for which she was present but that she could not understand at the time.
Jealousy // Gally x reader
"You could have anyone you want, why would you want to be with me?" - Jealous, Eyedress This book follows the story of Gally and y/n (you) on their journey as they fall in love. It blends the storyline of Maze Runner books and movies, straying more towards the movies as I feel like more people have seen them. -Fem y/n with she/her pronouns -I guess explicit language lmao -Chapters are mostly 2000-4000 words This will have no smut (sorry to the people who enjoy spicy reads) as people I know irl have access to this story and I would die. Sorry if this storyline is hard to follow or if anything doesn't make sense I will keep editing it and hopefully write a trilogy or something :) (P.S this is my first ever time literally writing so sorry if its shit)Abgeschlossene Geschichte
I will write my future story in bilingual. I want to force myself to be the person I like. I don't care if other people like me, I just care if they like me. After days of hesitation, I finally settled on the name, and I sat on the toilet thinking about the script God had sent me... I can't wait to read the script God sends me and I can't wait to finish it. After writing it, the English audio reading was wonderful. I burst into tears as I listened, and burst into tears as I finished writing. This is very interesting. I always touch myself again and again, always write dreams in my dreams. Whose life is not a dream? I am an affectionate and tragic person, and I love this world deeply. Love so deeply, so seriously. God often gives me so much information that my brain feels like it's going to explode and I'm going crazy. I can understand what Vincent van Gogh was doing in the wheat field. When you see everything in the world, dear, you don't care about anything anymore. You only live for your own happiness. People start to distance themselves from you and you become more and more lonely. God, I ask you again and again, why am I stuck in the desert? I want you to answer me, once is not enough, ten times is not enough, a hundred times is not enough, a thousand times is not enough, ten thousand times is not enough! 2025/1/5
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